Father's Day
It doesn't really seem fair that today, Father's Day, John's small children are burying him at a funeral. My father is at the funeral as well, grieving for the man who was the closest of friends and family.
I haven't spoken much of my father on this website, but he truly is the most magnificent of humans I've met in my short life. My mother has always been the heart of the family, but my father is the foundation, the bricks, the earth, and the air our family breathes. Unconditionally loving, protecting and nurturing, it is because of him that each of his children fight for each moment of each day.
Thank you dad.
I dug out some pictures of John for this post, taken Easter of 1998. Mitchell, his youngest had just been born and of course won't remember being coddled by his warm dad - but I remember. A 2 year old Grant probably won't remember playing basketball with his 6'6" father and his 5'11" grandfather (well dad, you're shrinking!), but I remember. And the rest of the family remembers.
Father's truly are an amazing thing. Happy Father's Day.
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That was a great post Margaret, your dad is truly a talented writer I always read his blog and you have alot of similarities in your writing....